Page 44 of Dirty Love

Knowing he’s about to come, I pull back all the way and tap his outer thigh. “Turn over.”

“What?”

Instead of repeating myself, I snatch his hips and flip him onto his stomach, roughly smacking his ass before I lift him up to his knees. He lets out a squeal and I spread his cheeks with my thumbs, fucking loving how soft his flesh feels beneath my fingertips. His breathing picks up and he looks at me over his shoulder, but he doesn’t get to ask what I’m doing before I dip my head and flick his hole with my tongue.

“Oh, fuck,” he chokes out, face planting the bed to bite the covers, curling his body to arch himself into my face.

I do it again and he starts to shake, moaning and begging around the fabric between his teeth. I groan and squeeze the backs of his thighs, pushing them outwards to get the angle I want.

“Give me your hands.”

He does and I take his wrists, folding his arms behind his back to pin them to his spine. I spit on his ass and spread his hole with my thumb and forefinger, pushing my tongue inside to fuck him with it. That drives him wild and he bucks against me, but there’s nowhere for him to go when I have him trapped like this—mine to do whatever I damn well please with.

Fucking mine.

Still shaking and moaning, he digs his nails into his forearms and I reach down between his legs, wrapping my hand around his cock to jerk him off. I work him over just like that until I feel his body lock up with tension—right fucking there—then I straighten up and pull his back to my chest, digging my fingers into his hair to suck and bite on his lips.

“Fuck, you fucking prick,” he growls, grinding himself against me, desperately moving his ass up and down on my lap. “Damn it, Kade, why are you edging me?”

“Punishment.”

“Punishment for what?” he complains, whimpering into my mouth. “You said I was good.”

“I know I did, baby,” I say softly, turning his head until he’s facing me fully, running my thumb over the black beneath his eye. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

He whines and I kiss him, tangling my tongue with his while I lower him down to his back. He tugs at my shirt and I pull it off over my head, tossing it down next to his jeans before I do the same with the rest of our clothes. Lying down between his legs, I run my hand over his side and lick his lips, reaching over to grab the lube I stashed in my nightstand. I pour some onto my fingers and stretch him out slowly, watching his face for his reaction while I get him ready for my cock.

“I didn’t use a condom that night.”

“And?”

I raise a brow at that, twisting my hand to add a second finger. “You trust me that much?”

“I trust you with my life, Kade,” he says simply, his mouth parting at the feel of my fingers crooking inside him. “I wouldn’t have been that stupid if it were anyone else, but—” he cuts off, wincing when I wrap my hand around his neck and squeeze. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“You will be,” I taunt, pulling my fingers out to line my dick up with his hole. “Who else are you gonna let fuck you, Nicky?”

“No one,” he rasps. “No one but you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m yours.”

“For how long?”

“Always.”

I groan and slip my way inside him, releasing my grip on his throat to wrap my hand around his cock. He cries out and digs his fingers into my shoulders, his dark eyebrows dipped in concentration as he focuses on breathing, slowly pulling me all the way in.

“That’s it,” I praise, leaning over him to lick the corner of his mouth. “Such a good little slut for me.”

He whimpers a curse and I ease him into it, fucking him long and slow before I work it up to hard and deep. My headboard bangs against the wall with every hit but I don’t stop, telling myself I’ll just have to kill any neighbor who looks at him twice tomorrow.

And I will.

For Nicky, I’d do anything.

But that’s not true, is it?

---